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[b][u][center]Mewtwo’s Dungeon Mystery

Part 2

For Anonymous

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Espeon groaned as he humped down Mewtwo’s throat. A small part of him could hardly believe that he had the privilege to do something like this, while a much larger part was absolutely terrified of what would happen if he fucked up.

[i]It’s fine. It’s fine. You already changed that part of his mind. All you gotta do is keep going…[/i]

Though that was getting a little harder than he expected. Even as he rolled over so that he was on all fours and Mewtwo was on his back, humping, thrusting, grinding his dick down the ultra-Psychic’s throat, he was thinking of what would happen if the trance failed, or if Mewtwo managed to figure out what he’d done. It was almost impossible, but it could still happen, and if it did…

[i]Arceus, I hope that it holds…[/i]

Espeon grunted, huffing through clenched teeth and feeling a faint hint of red rushing through his cheeks. As much as he was the one in charge, he couldn’t deny that Mewtwo had a damn good mouth, and the feline Psychic was putting it to full effect down there. He moaned as he felt the soft lips and psychic power rushing over his cock, teasing it, keeping him fully erect and making sure that he couldn’t quite cum just yet. He huffed and hissed through clenched teeth, shaking his head.

“Damn…love my dick that much?”

There was no answer, but there was less teasing after that. Espeon closed his eyes, putting one forepaw on Mewtwo’s head, guiding him up and down the shaft.

[i]Arceus…that mouth…[/i]

Slurping, sucking, licking over the underside of his cock: it was as good as the human’s had been, but with more force and power behind it. There was something to Mewtwo’s blowjob that felt like…

[i]…Oh, you cheater…[/i]

Yet, even as he realized Mewtwo was reading his mind and playing with him based on his reactions, he couldn’t be mad about it. It just felt too good to be upset about. Even if it wasn’t his natural skill, it was still good.

Slurp.

Suck.

Slurp.

No gagging, no holding back, and it didn’t take much longer before Espeon was actively humping again, thrusting his cock forward, grinding his balls against Mewtwo’s chin, and just enjoying himself. Thrust, thrust, thrust, always getting faster, always picking up speed until he was almost a blur.

And then…

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

That was the human doing the cock-sucking down below. Espeon didn’t have to look around; he could see through his pet’s eyes what was going on. That thick, barbed shaft down the human’s throat was almost more than the pet could take, but the former trainer and psychic human was doing his best. Then again, there wasn’t much else he could do, not with Espeon’s power coursing through him, controlling him, directing him. All that the human could do was what he was ordered to do.

And what he needed to do was [i]suck.[/i] Espeon pushed the human’s head down, keeping him blowing Mewtwo good and hard. The Psychic cat grunted under him, clearly barely holding back now.

“Go on…let it out…he can take everything you got…and more…”

Huff. Puff. The humping continued, and Espeon closed his eyes again, just enjoying the wet lips around his cock and the knowledge that he was face-fucking a Pokémon whose powers damn near eclipsed gods. He was the one in charge and, as much as he would like to take all the credit for it, he knew that this had come down to one lucky fluke. If he hadn’t unlocked that ability at the end there, then he would have been the one that –

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

The sucking got stronger all of a sudden, and he closed his eyes tighter to focus on that. Slurp, suck, that tongue pressing up under his cock to make it brush against the roof of Mewtwo’s mouth, the way that the two-fingered, one-thumbed hands groped his balls: it was all too much. Much as Espeon wanted to hold back and cum last, he knew that he didn’t have the stamina to make it through. He was going to –

“MMMPH!”

Espeon buried his cock down Mewtwo’s throat, holding it there, huffing and panting as he came hard. His cock twitched, pulsing and throbbing the whole time, and he could feel the other male sucking on him, swallowing hard. The very idea that he was getting his cum guzzled down by someone that was that much more powerful than he was ended up being a bit of an aphrodisiac all its own, and his cock stayed hard even when his orgasm was done. Not a hint of wilting, not a bit of sagging when he looked down and shook his head.

Sometime during that whole mess, Mewtwo had gone over the edge, as well. The Psychic master of the dungeon had blown his load down the human’s throat, and for once, his face had an expression of contentment on it. It was faint, barely there, but to a Psychic-type that knew what to look for, it was almost obvious.

Almost.

Espeon pulled back, forcing his will into the gem on his forehead once more. His eyes met Mewtwo’s, and he pushed out a Psychic wave of energy, as powerful as he could summon. His legs wobbled as he did, feeling some of that drawing against his balance and his focus to stay on his feet, but he kept going. He needed everything for this one order.

[i]Sleep.[/i]

It was a single word. Not convoluted, not stretched out, not given anything that would make it harder to follow or easier to obfuscated. One word, one command, meant to put the most powerful Psychic-type that the world had ever seen to sleep. His eyes locked with Mewtwo’s, and even through the semi-trance that he had the other male in, he felt resistance. Even now, even after getting face-fucked, even after his mind had been re-written in a hypnotic trance, Mewtwo had the power to hold back from instant obedience. The seconds ticked on, one, two, three, four –

And on the fifth, Mewtwo slumped down, his head against the ground and his eyes closed. Espeon let the flickering light fade from his forehead gem, almost falling over immediately afterward.

Thankfully, his pets were there for him. The human and Drowzee caught him before he could tumble over, pressing their hands to him and lending him a bit of time and strength to catch his balance. He shook his head, huffing through slack jaws while he caught his breath.

“I hope I never have to fight him again,” Espeon said, shaking his head again. “I knew he was strong, but that…”

He’d never fought someone that had that much power. Oh, there were others with greater technique – and he was sure that he was one of them, considering that he’d managed to last as long as he had against Mewtwo – but that power really was second to none. Even the best Alakazam that he had ever met, or the most powerful Xatu, would have been flattened against the psychic waves that the big pink cat had been sending out. He imagined even Lugia would struggle, and probably find it in his best interests to run away.

As he caught his breath, though, something else had his attention. Something that he’d seen in Mewtwo’s mind, and…

And something that he wanted to see for himself.

“Master?” the human asked.

“You stay here,” Espeon said, nodding at the unconscious Mewtwo. “He might wake up, and I might need you to buy me some time.”

“But you…you made him safe, didn’t you?” Drowzee asked.

“Heh, safe? You can’t make someone like him ‘safe.’ The most that you can do is make him a little bit happier for a while so he does what you say.”

And that was most of what he had done at the end of their fight. He’d managed to inflict a couple of suggestions, a few triggers in that mind, but the biggest thing that he’d done was find what Mewtwo needed most and give it to him. That, he’d found, was one of the only surefire ways to hold control over someone.

But that was for later. For now –

“Just keep an eye on him. He’s been keeping something at the bottom of the dungeon that I really, really want a look at.”

“Do you need help?” Drowzee asked.

“Heh, you wouldn’t be able to keep up.” Espeon chuckled. “You stay here, just keep an eye on him, and…if he wakes up, slow him down.”

That was going to be dangerous enough, but at least Mewtwo would be in too much of a hurry to get down to the lower levels to bother doing anything to them. Even if he reversed everything that Espeon had done –

[i]Unlikely.[/i]

But even if he did, he’d be in too much of a hurry to hurt his pets. All they needed to do was put up a small barrier, a distraction, something to buy Espeon a few more seconds. That would be all that they could do…and all he could ask for.

He nodded at them, then flickered. It was time to teleport.

Espeon made it three floors down before he had to take a breather. Finding a small out-of-the-way alcove, he tucked himself into it and draped his tail over his head. A small flicker from his gem cast an illusion over his body, adding to the camouflage of the shadows. It would give him a chance to rest, recover, and…

And think about what he’d seen.

#

[i]Espeon looked down at the defeated Mewtwo, shaking his head as he felt the raw pain and anger and distress that emanated from the other Psychic now that he was no longer holding back. It was something that he’d never felt from someone else before, even those that had been beaten and abused by the villages that they’d abandoned to come to the dungeon. This…this was something else.

Knowing that he had little time, he delved into Mewtwo’s mind. With it awash in psychic shock, there were no defenses waiting for him. Good thing, too; he didn’t think he had much time to change it.

He followed that pain down to the core, unable to help his own curiosity. Oh, there was the practicality of it, as well – the whole idea of getting to know what Mewtwo needed, what had hurt him, knowing what he needed to promise to keep his head attached to his shoulders – but curiosity was at least half of that. He wanted to know what was in there. He wanted to know what the other Pokémon had been carrying.

And when he found it, it was…honestly surprising.

“Been lonely for that long, huh?” he muttered under his breath, cocking his head to the side as he poked around.

Oh, it was worse than he thought. There wasn’t just loneliness, but devastation in there. Everywhere Mewtwo went, he found those that didn’t believe the difference between him and them. He found people that thought they could test themselves against him, that the difference in strength could not be as great as it was.

And every time, the legend had to smack them down and show them the truth of it all. It was never pretty, and it was never easy.

Hundreds of devastated Pokémon.

Thousands of trainers that could never reach that height again.

Adventurers broken by the dozens, cast aside and never found again.

“Holy…”

Challenging a mind like that was not something done on a whim, even he knew that, but he had the advantage of knowing the legend for a far longer time than most of the people that came to challenge Mewtwo. They came, thinking that the ‘greatest Psychic’ was just a fluke, someone that was a little bit above the common skill, and someone that could be toppled.

They didn’t know that they were challenging a natural disaster. They didn’t know that they were signing their own identity death warrants.

And through it all, fighting just to keep from being bothered, he saw what it had done to Mewtwo. It had pushed him further, further, and further still from the rest of the world around him. The more that he won, the more that the world feared him, until Mewtwo finally got what he wanted: a world where nobody would risk themselves against him, but at the cost of nobody in the world having the bravery to be near him, either.

He was alone.

Completely.

Utterly.

Alone.

Espeon stared at that heart-ache and how it had completely altered the psycho-fields of the other Pokémon’s mind. He had been changed, shattered in places from it, and yet, still carried it and himself.

Why, though?

That was a question that demanded an answer, but not just yet. Not until he fixed that so he wouldn’t be obliterated the instant that Mewtwo came out of his trance.

Espeon focused on that pain and inserted something among it. It was nothing more than an image of himself, something that would register quickly and effectively as soon as Mewtwo was mentally conscious again, but from there, he built outward.

The first string he called ‘Master.’ He needed Mewtwo to see him as someone that would care for things, including him, but also someone that needed to be obeyed. Even if that string didn’t last on its own, it would buy him a few precious seconds for the other strings to kick in once Mewtwo was conscious once more. Obedience, respect, interest. Those were all tied together on that string.

The second string he called ‘Care.’ This one he tied back to the various people that had lost, the Pokémon and humans alike that had come to the dungeons to test themselves and utterly destroyed themselves on his power. Espeon made sure that his image came up when Mewtwo thought of that, the one Pokémon that had faced him and won, and made sure that it didn’t tie to the feelings of fear, lonesomeness, or worse. It was purely free, something that came with the opposite of fear and detachment: due to winning, it came with Care and Attachment.

He cast more and more strings through Mewtwo’s mind, layering them over the image of himself and the jewel on his head. It had the weakness where, if Mewtwo didn’t look at him, the hypnosis might not work, but as long as he was in visual range, he was almost guaranteed to have some level of safety. More and more, he wove those connections through Mewtwo’s mind and memories, tying the thought of himself – of Espeon – to feelings of safety, of happiness, and other such things.

If nothing else, it would make Mewtwo happier when he was around the smaller Psychic, and that, in turn, might be enough to keep him safe in the grand scheme of things. Even if he lost, he’d have some protection because he brought good things.

Once that was done, he could feel his time running out. Mewtwo was slowly waking up, and when that finally happened, he wouldn’t have the time for anything else. Hell, he doubted that he’d be allowed back in that brain even if he maintained his ‘master’ state.

And his curiosity was still burning. He pushed himself away from the fear, diving deeper into memory. The fear-worry-concern that Mewtwo kept motivating himself with was in there, somewhere, and –

And he saw it.

And it pushed him out.[/i]

#

Espeon opened his eyes again, groaning at the headache building behind them. He’d hoped that the little nap and reminiscing would help him focus, but instead, all he felt was more confused. A little less drained, though, which was better than nothing.

[i]He’s got something down there, something in the deep dark,[/i] Espeon thought as he pushed himself back up to all fours. [i]And it’s something…big. Bigger than anything else in the dungeon.[/i]

The question was, if Mewtwo was the boss of the dungeon, why did he have something down there as powerful as he was? Or maybe even more powerful? Why would it not be the boss of the dungeon?

And if he was hiding it, why?

There were certain Pokémon that should never be allowed to get curious, and Espeons were one of them. He gathered his will and began the process of flickering through the floors of the dungeon and just hoped that he had the energy to get to the bottom.

Flicker.

He was in a nest of Golbats. One he could have handled, three perhaps, but not so many at once. He forced his will through his gem.

Flicker.

On a shelf overseeing a convent of Drowzees circling a focus point. They started to turn –

Flicker.

Flicker.

Flicker.

Flicker.

With each teleport, he bounced further down the dungeon. Each one was made completely blind. Sometimes, it worked out, landing him somewhere safe where he could catch his breath. More often than not, he ended up landing in a chamber already claimed by another Pokémon, and usually one which could cost him serious time and energy if he actually tried to fight them.

Yet, even teleporting cost him energy, because to get lower, he had to punch through the barriers that lay between the floor of the dungeons. Each time he did, it was like finding the weak spot in someone else’s mind again, and it was always in a different place. If he pushed through without finding that, he might have been able to get his body through – though even that was debatable – but he would have left his mind behind. And if that happened…well, he didn’t put good odds on surviving whatever found him before his brain did.

Flicker.

Flicker.

Flicker.

Espeon reached the big boss room with the last of his energy and all but collapsed on the floor. His legs sprawled out under him and his chin smacked against the stone. He rolled onto his side, panting for breath.

More than ever, he felt an odd sense of admiration for Mewtwo for being able to run a place as big as this. He barely had the strength to move between the floors, let alone fight anyone on the different levels. If he’d been forced to push through from top to bottom, as Mewtwo had, he would have been beaten back at least a few floors up, if not more.

[i]How…the hell…does anyone…keep up with this…[/i]

There was no time to rest, however. He knew that he didn’t have long before Mewtwo recuperated. He had to find out what was hidden down here now, even if he was completely wiped out.

Grunting, the Espeon forced himself upright again, shaking his head from one side to the other as he ‘listened’ to the auras around him. There would be something, somewhere, that would feel off, that would feel wrong.

[i]Say what it is, why don’t you?[/i] he thought to himself. [i]Something that isn’t from here.[/i]

That was the part that felt most impossible of all. Though mankind had made its fair share of things to add to what Arceus had created from the start, there was still only this world, only this space that had ever existed. Arceus, man, and Pokémon were all there was. The very idea that there might be something else out there, something in space or deep down in the depths, that nobody else knew about…

There was no if. He couldn’t even pretend that there was one. There was only what, as in, what was it? And his curiosity wouldn’t let him rest until he found out.

As Espeon wandered from one side of the room to the other, ears flicking, eyes darting about, he started to feel…something. It was further down, yes, but it was quiet…until he ‘looked’ directly at it.

The ground quaked beneath him, throwing him halfway to his knees. He grunted, pulling himself upright again as the world spun about him, more psychic energy rising from under him, pushing against a barrier that should have cracked in an instant…but didn’t.

Mewtwo’s power kept them safe, he realized. That was what had kept this thing down for so long. Mewtwo had been holding it back from the rest of the dungeon, and using the dungeon to keep humans and others from getting at it.

[i]…I have got to see this…[/i]

Espeon’s thought had barely been thunk before the ground split a few paces forward. The stone rippled, forming into blocks, then steps, descending further and further from the ‘final’ boss room into a chamber that must have existed even further down. It continued to build itself as the same aura that he’d felt further down, held beneath the barrier, expanded and contracted as if inviting him down.

Any other Pokémon would have known better than to listen to their curiosity. Espeon, however, was completely in the grips of it now. There was no going back. He [i]had[/i] to see what was waiting down there, had to know what had been kept hidden from the rest of the dungeon.

He followed the steps, occasionally slumping forward as his exhaustion caught up with him. At one point, he had to lean against the wall, huffing and puffing, but his face was still pulled up in a smile.

It was so close now. He could all but taste it.

The stairs cut through the stone ground, going down and around in a gradual spiral. As the earth bent before him, the stones closed behind him, sealing him into the darkened underground. He should have been blind, even with the light coming off his forehead gem, but…

But there was something else down here, something so bright that it permeated through the stone. It glimmered like the stars of the heavens, things that he had seldom seen living in the dungeon, and there was something about it that called to him. It was unknown, and it was so…different, like no other mind that he’d touched, and it kept pulling him onward with the possibilities of what he might discover.

Around.

Down.

Around.

And then he was there.

Espeon stopped with one foreleg off the bottom step and the rest on it as he finally saw the source of the aura. It was huge, nebulous, filled with starry lights that shimmered and spun around a central core. The whole thing was held within a great orb of shimmering power, thin as glass but stronger than any stone. Espeon stared at it, feeling almost like each of the stars were eyes as it spun about, as if it was looking at him with more gazes and more knowledge than he could ever understand.

He should turn around. He should take hold of what was left of his power and teleport out. Common sense demanded that he stop standing there and just leave.

Instead, he listened to his curiosity again, taking another step forward, then another, his eyes fixed with the strange entity held inside the bubble. It continued to spin, slowly, inexorably, and it was as if he could feel the spin of the world beneath his feet following it along.

It was like someone had caught a piece of the night sky and encased it in a bubble, and yet, that night sky seemed immeasurably large, as if it was compressed to an infinite degree. With each step forward, Espeon felt smaller, as if he was shrinking and the world was expanding, revealing the true size of the thing in the bubble.

And with each step, he felt its presence grow all the stronger. The bubble held it inside, held it trapped, but even that couldn’t stop it from looking out. Where it stared, it understood. Where it gazed, the world was pinned, examined, and cataloged, and he felt it stare at him.

He stopped in his tracks as he felt endless mental tendrils reaching out to him. They could not control him, but he could feel them looking into his head, peering through his memories and his experiences. Like a Psychic a hundred times his strength, it opened him up and took him apart, looking at each and every tiny little piece inside him.

Espeon was helpless for one, two, three beats of his heart –

THRUM!

The world shook as the bubble around the great entity asserted itself once more, cutting off its tendrils in his head. Espeon nearly collapsed, gasping for breath as he realized the sheer difference in power between it and him.

This was impossible. This…this was something that had to rival Arceus himself for power. This…this shouldn’t exist.

Fear almost overcame curiosity, almost, but it still wasn’t enough. Whimpering, huffing, Espeon forced himself to keep moving forward, creeping closer and closer to the bubble even as it seemed to surge taller and wider in size.

By the time that he reached the base, what had looked perhaps five times his size had become as a skyscraper, and left him looking like an ant at the bottom of it. He stared at the clouds, almost pulled in and hypnotized by them – but no. That, at least, he had enough power to resist. He would not be broken quite that easily, no matter how powerful this thing was.

He hoped.

“What are you?” Espeon muttered.

[i][b]More than you can encompass.[/b][/i]

To have a response was more than he expected. To have one that looked down on him, however…that was a bit more than he was willing to take. Espeon sat down, staring up at the ball as his tail thrashed behind him.

“You think that I can’t understand you?”

[i][b]There are none that can.[/b][i]

“Try me.”

[i][b]I have been. You cannot hear it all.[/b][/i]

“Alright then. What do I have to do?”

[i][b]Touch the sphere.[/b][/i]

In hindsight, it was a very stupid thing to do. Trusting an unknown entity to keep its promise and tell him what was going on just for touching it should have been a giant red flag, and to anyone else, it might have been.

To Espeon, whose curiosity was still running high, it was a way to get answers. And that was all he wanted.

He lifted a forepaw and touched the bubble. As soon as he made contact, the entity pushed back, and they touched.

It was like being filled to bursting within a second, like the time that he had touched an older Espeon’s mind when he was just a little one. He had almost burnt his mind to ash trying to hold everything inside, but the other had been kind and withdrawn. This one…this one was not kind, and it was trying to push so much more into his skull, trying to flood him, fill him with more concepts and knowledge than any Pokémon was meant to take.

He heard something in the distance, some great psychic cry. Perhaps Mewtwo had woken up, but he couldn’t rely on that to survive. Espeon was too far underground, too far away from anything that might help him. So, instead of screaming, instead of trying to pull away, he pushed for more.

He indulged his curiosity.

The pressure under his fur and skin grew ever stronger. With every new concept that he had shoved into his head, with every new understanding of the universe, his sense of himself grew looser. His head spun, his body ached, and his fur started to change. A deep, purple-pink mist rippled down under his skin, replacing his fur and making him look less solid and more star-born.

Star-born. That wasn’t a word that he’d known before this.

Yet, even as he followed his curiosity, even as his body warped, he could feel more and more happening all at once. He could feel the entity trying to do more than educate him; it was trying to take him, trying to slide into him, trying to fill him to the point where he would either explode or carry it away.

And at the same time, he could feel himself changing. More than just the shimmering new flesh and fur, more than the new knowledge, he was…growing. Somehow, some way, he was making himself grow to give himself room for more and more of what the entity had to give him. His legs popped, his tail strained, his back cracked and extended into more spine, more tail. His legs turned and bent, becoming less hind-legs and more proper legs, and his forelegs did the same, becoming something akin to arms.

The world slowed around him, the entity pushing more at him, trying to flood him, trying to break him with more and more knowledge. Techniques that were forbidden in other worlds, places that were filled with endless varieties –

[i]Multi-verses.

Other-verses.

All kinds.

No kinds.[/i]

Places of everything and nothing, and everything in-between. There were hundreds, millions of places out there, worlds and universes where other versions of him existed, where other versions of him had never been born, and so on and so forth. The entity had seen it all, and held it all –

“No. More!”

Mewtwo appeared, finally, and threw his arms forth. A wave of Psychic energy that could contest with the entity burst forth, shoving the entity away from Espeon, but the changes had already happened. He fell to the floor, not like a four-legged creature, but as a two-legged one, one that had been changed so far from his once-shape that he didn’t know what he was anymore. His ears, his tail, a few other things were there, but his skin looked like the nebula of the entity, and his body…his body was more like a human, now, though with all the Espeon’s former features, and –

Crack.

He turned back to the bubble. It was broken, and the crack was spreading. Mewtwo had saved him, but freed the entity at the same time.

They shared a glimpse as the nebula shattered its cage, and as the entity spun, spiraled, and swirled about, the world itself began to fade. Everything went bright, shimmering until it was too bright to look upon. Espeon closed his eyes, trying to maintain his sense of self as everything became too big, too vast to understand…

And then…the world dropped out. The world disappeared, and they were falling, falling through endless space.

Where were they going? Only time…would tell…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Espeon goes to check on what Mewtwo was keeping hidden.

Tags: M/M, Oral, Oral Sex, Human, Espeon, Mewtwo, Cosmic Entity, Dungeon, Mystery Dungeon, Exploration, Transformation, Miniseries,